We assume that the rich and famous are impossibly self-centered and woefully out-of-touch with harsh realities that those who can’t relate to their blissful existence constantly face and try to overcome.
And during this time of intense chaos and dire uncertainty, it’s been quite interesting taking note of the documented responses of celebrities who are relying on social media for the immediate gratification that fuels their attention-seeking traits.
Maybe those who are purposely disengaged from the national conservation for the sake of maintaining sanity and self-care have it right. It definitely sounds like something I should strongly consider, based on my inability to consistently match the stable optimism from friends who are understandably limiting their time with me.
Sufferers who battle with the ups and downs of depression and other mental challenges are particularly at risk when it comes to accommodating an unfamiliar and menacing crisis, that doesn’t care about the pre-existing fragile disposition that weakens defense mechanisms.
I was sort of on the right track six weeks ago, when I decided to drastically reduce time spent on Twitter and Instagram, as a way to unclog brain cells and create space for the ambitious plans that would launch my much-needed makeover.
It’s not easy to garner enough excitement and hopefulness after almost giving up on life, and getting dangerously comfortable with defeat. But the activation of 2020 made it hard to downplay the twinkle of a brand new decade with the prime opportunity to reignite dormant dreams.
Fast forward to the present, and the only goal within my reach is the desire to keep my head up without completely losing my shit and never being able to regain control.
There are periods of gratification during morning runs and brisk walks in the great outdoors. The early afternoons are also bearable. But as the day slowly unfolds with sobering news bulletins and poor views of my once-active inbox, the crippling anxiety kicks in with full force.
Social distancing isn’t nearly as bad as it sounds, especially when I was practicing those moves way before the nightmare of this global pandemic made its debut.
But when the world is twisted beyond belief, and creative juices are stale, you can plan escape routes via streaming service, and watch the resurrection of former bad habits.
I was already sick to stomach of the dysfunctional presence of platforms that are erected for the pleasure of those who are armed and ready with ammunition to deplete the self-worth of hapless followers, who compete with what’s torturously out of reach.
But my disdain has been stretched beyond belief as I take in the images and videos of the privileged population, hiding out in palatial structures with the backdrop of all the reasons why they are able to ceremoniously endure this active plague.
This nationwide quarantine really exposes the range of shameless narcissism, courtesy of celebs from the D to A list.
The shit show on display 24/7 is reminiscent of the early stages of #BringBackOurGirls, when celebrities righteously posed on the red carpet of glitzy film festivals, holding signs sprayed with the hottest hashtag of the season.
Even models got in on the action, posing topless for the cause, and interestingly enough, that style of activism has made a comeback with runway royalty, Bella Hadid showing off her gems in an effort to seduce followers into staying home.
But the very worst has to be the A-listers who really believe they’re doing something good by posting Insta-stories that detail the fanciful ways of surviving a romanticized apocalypse, that translates into a more frightening scenario for those of us who don’t have the good luck of hefty bank accounts, and the freedom to daydream our way out of a killer bug.
Even Madonna, whom I grew up idolizing let me down with an Instagram post depicting the frothy bathtub she was soaked in with rose petals as companions. She recently unleashed a misguided monologue about how this dreaded pandemic prolifically affects us all the same, regardless of class.
“That’s the thing about COVID-19. It doesn’t care about how rich you are, how famous you are, how funny you are, how smart you are, where you live, how old you are, what amazing stories you can tell.”
“It’s the great equalizer and what’s terrible about it is what’s great about it.”
There’s absolutely nothing “great” about a deadly virus that regular folks can’t afford to battle because of what it will cost to not only get tested, but also have access to lifesaving treatment.
And as far as it being the “equalizer,” we can refute those reckless declarations based on hourly news updates that provide contrary information. Yes, young, old, rich and poor are affected, but pay attention to how valuable players in every industry were the first in line for early testing.
Victims are dropping dead at a staggering rate, and this sobering reality isn’t being acknowledged by the community of superstars, who are demonstrating exactly why they can’t be taken seriously..
Aside from Madonna’s rambling intermission, we also have ambassador-to-the-stars, Ellen DeGeneres showcasing her direct dial to Michelle Obama, as the two exchange greetings and share how they’re comfortably lounging in high-priced quarters.
Their convo leans on the viral messaging of making the most of this challenging period by holding on to a positive outlook and taking advantage of close proximity to loved ones.
Of course it’s a lot easier to be upbeat and cozy at the sprawling residence that’s under your name, especially when you’re not drowning in piling bills and the looming financial catastrophe that could permanently destabilize already fractured statuses.
This might not be the end of the world for the tone-deaf elite who reach out to their equally furnished contacts in an effort to publicly discuss how upcoming projects will inspire homebound couples to supply an ailing world with “corona babies.”
Yeah, that’s exactly what John Legend shared during his video chat with Tonight Show host, Jimmy Fallon not too long ago.
And don’t get me started on the star-studded rendition of John Lennon’s “Imagine” that proved to be a resounding dud, not just because of the epic butchering of a classic, but more importantly, it documented how incapacitated celebs are when tasked with maximizing the power that comes with managing massive platforms.
Cooking segments with high-quality ingredients in well-equipped kitchens is somewhat tolerable. You also have the roster of generic selfies that capture how the rich and famous indulge their time off from regular scheduled programming.
We can’t forget the bevy of Insta-stories that are filled with staged acts that also include the standard PSAs and recommendations how of how to stylishly weather this unbearable climate of unprecedented emergencies, that expectedly hit hardest for the vulnerable population, who are paralyzed by the likelihood of how worst fears will be realized.
We aren’t in the ideal position to splurge on pricey takeout dinners. And while being able to utilize this period of global duress as the motivation to stay fit and healthy is impressively lofty, there are plenty of lives hanging in the balance, due to the heavy burden of navigating what the privileged can easily brush off as a temporary snag.
When basic needs are in place, and you have the good fortune of being excessively blessed beyond wildest dreams, it’s understandable to miscalculate how your best intentions serve as trigger centers for lowly receivers.
For those who can relate to my current disposition, we are acutely aware that life will never be the same if we survive this unfathomably bleak period.
And observing the giddiness of celebrities over the trend of “social distancing” isn’t helping.
When you live in one of the richest countries in the world, and get frequent reminders of how little you matter, even when a pandemic strikes, you can’t help but resent the lucky few who are immune to the incurable disease of systemic poverty.
Celebs don’t get it because the logic is too expensive to grasp.
Ha! Finally, something above their pay grade.
There are some who know what to do — and for that we are thankful.